When I get tired of the city's chaos, noise, and the exhaustion of routine work, I feel like going to a place where I can find peace. That's why I often head to villages and rural areas. Life is simple there, people wake up with the sunrise and sleep after sunset.It's the opposite of city life. Today, I'll take you on a tour of the happy and simple life in the village.
The sports played in rural areas are also distinct from ours. After the harvest season, annual festivals and fairs are organized. In a circular arena, bull racing takes place. The bull that spins the longest time to the beat of the drum wins. Since it's not the right season now, this place lies deserted. However, as the festival approaches, renovation work will begin to prepare the arena.
The bull spins around it.A wooden board is fixed to maintains balance while rotating in one direction.
As I walked along the path, my gaze fell upon this astonishing natural creation. It was naturally formed like a small room. A cobbler had set up his daily business here, working under the shade of the tree and storing his belongings inside before covering the entrance with a cloth in the evening. He had converted this spot into his own shop.
The sturfy roots have woven a mesh, covering the ceiling, covering the room with shadows. If this spot were to be developed, it could become an attractive destination for visitors.
I then headed towards the village.I've always been fond of paths that evoke memories of ancient civilizations. After a gentle rain, the fragrance of soil that wafts through these paths is truly unique. Only those who have experienced this scent can truly appreciate its charm.
Wheat harvesting is almost ready to begin. This is a joyous time for farmers, as their hard work is about to bear fruit. In the village, most people plan their weddings around the harvest season.
This is a mustard crop, which is the most beautiful crop in the entire village. Its flowers radiate beauty from afar.
After great effort, I finally managed to capture a shot of this lovely bee with the flower. I wish I could show the bee just how beautifully it has been photographed.
This crop, which spreads for miles, looks incredibly beautiful. In the past, many Indian songs were filmed at such locations.
As I approached the chicks to take a picture, the hen let out an angry squawk. I retreated in fear and took their picture from a safe distance.
In the past, when villages didn't have electricity, these clay lamps were used for lighting. Oil was filled in them, and a round cotton wick was inserted, which provided the light. Even now, people in many places without electricity still use these lamps.
This place is extremely serene. People wake up at dawn and finish their work before the sun reaches its peak. Such spots are meant for relaxation, where people gather to sit together, share worldly matters, and enjoy the tranquility
This scene is similar to the final viewpoint after a hike, atop a high mountain. For me, the swaying fields in front of me evoke the same feeling. Thanks for your time!
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